It was one line, written in the margins of a record book of the Monastery in the mountains. A note by the recordkeeper, to bring up the idea of using Holy Silver on the 'weregbeast'.
An old term for an unholy creature who returned every century to terrorise the countryside and butcher anyone and everyone it found.
The solution, sitting there, waiting to be rediscovered. There was no indication where the recordkeeper got the idea, but if it could have saved lives, who would really care?
Thankfully this century when it turned up, it fared badly against bullets, but still.
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